The harsh shadows across K'jhanhi's face shifted, deep set, yellow eyes warming with the flames from the bonfire and with pride. He kept the steady beat with his staff, the bones tinkling together like rain over the dull roar and crackle of flame. This was more than tradition; it was a sign that, though they had left the shifting sands, they had not left their home. He could almost feel the tribe's spirit bolstered by the fire, by the inexperienced but determined display of their newest firedancer. He smiled at K'mih, watching the slow turn of the staff she wielded.
"... may our hunt be pure and bountiful and bring honor to the land and our family..." K'deiki's voice droned in and out of the flames. Near her the white-painted face of K'takka lingered, and perhaps for a little bit the glow of the fire chased away the weariness that came with their age.
K'jhanhi hoped they could last long enough to guide their family back into a sense of place.
***
After a time, the voice of the elder faded until only the crack of burning wood and the unfamiliar sounds of their new home around them filled the space. A low murmur began amongst the tribe, the huntresses looking less anxious but more ready. Eager. Bolstered.
K'jhanhi's staff stilled against the ground, and he watched K'deiki's withered hands cast a handful of dust onto the fire. It sparked and flared and thus the ceremony was marked as over. He turned to begin the procession of the elders away from the flames, leaving the rest of the tribe to take strength from it and begin their tasks anew.
"... may our hunt be pure and bountiful and bring honor to the land and our family..." K'deiki's voice droned in and out of the flames. Near her the white-painted face of K'takka lingered, and perhaps for a little bit the glow of the fire chased away the weariness that came with their age.
K'jhanhi hoped they could last long enough to guide their family back into a sense of place.
***
After a time, the voice of the elder faded until only the crack of burning wood and the unfamiliar sounds of their new home around them filled the space. A low murmur began amongst the tribe, the huntresses looking less anxious but more ready. Eager. Bolstered.
K'jhanhi's staff stilled against the ground, and he watched K'deiki's withered hands cast a handful of dust onto the fire. It sparked and flared and thus the ceremony was marked as over. He turned to begin the procession of the elders away from the flames, leaving the rest of the tribe to take strength from it and begin their tasks anew.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii)Â - Â Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki
